Ninefingers sat at the computer terminal and cracked his knuckles.

"Let's be getting this thing on the go!" He said firmly. "While we still be young."

Walter was sat in the corner struggling a little with his ordeal. Jeffrey stood and stared nervously as Ninefingers sat and type the name in the computer.

"##Raking Czair"

He typed firmly.

His finger hovered over the enter key and then he shrugged. Natalie shut her eyes. She didn't dare watch.

"When at hell's gate!" He said firmly.

"If I don't be making it friends, find the key and slay the ojo."

Nerves were stretched and tense as Ninefingers hovered for a moment longer and then he finally caved. He pushed down on the keyboard hard.

"Enter".

The computer began to display a message.

"Searching..."

The dots on the searching message cycled through slowly. The message finally vanished. It was replaced with a green message that said.

"Target found."

Then the computer buzzed. The equipment beneath the terminal fizzed into action and lights bleeped on and off. Some kind of energy began flickering as a strange device in the room powered up. It buzzed and zapped energetically. Finally it stopped buzzing and a machine to the right of the terminal gave out a tremendous light.

The light shone onto Ninefingers who grimaced. What would happen? He didn't like this.

"Niney no!" Said Iron Face worriedly. Ninefingers paused as the light hit him and held his breath. The light stopped.

The message on the computer changed.

"Subject: Ninefingers"
"Target acquired"
"Commencing transfer"

Once more the machine buzzed into action and a light shone out into a grate in the ceiling. It buzzed and hummed rapidly. The light reflected and bounded back into the room. When it hit the ground there was a thud.

"Transfer complete. Terminal offline."

There was an unfamiliar groan from the side of the room.

Laying in a heap on the floor was the body of Raking Czair. He jumped up nervously and backed into the wall.

"What the hell?!" He said frantically.

You each have about 3 hours to move through an available exit.

Players (12):
AlexORG
Donovan Ray
G
Iron Face
James the Mime
Jeffrey Fernandis
King Frostilicious
Kiwi
Natalie
Ninefingers
Raking Czair
Walter White

Exits:
South

Welcome, Raking Czair. Nice to be having you with us. Hope we didn't catch you in a questionable state of dress, friend.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN :(

(As I read I thought we were about to switch souls as I mused in the very last thing I said.)

oh wait! I thought Niney had left Never mind (:

Niney, are you ok?

*Ninefingers smiled and took Jeffrey by the shoulder, walking him over to Raking Czair*

Guess we should have been picking Helios, eh guys? Regardless, we be having a twin reunion on our hands here. Happy times in hell!

Natalie @ 19/4/2012 9:35

Niney, are you ok?

*Ninefingers considered the question a moment, slapping his shoulders, elbows, and knees in turn before rubbing his head*

Aye. Feeling just as shitty as I did before using the machine.

we have a lot of catching up to do twinsie :)

And with death...... there is new life.

Indeed. Maybe he can be explaining what happened to cause the connection to sever? Still wish we be having Helios and his magical Felix the Cat bag of revives.

You better have an updated map on you, buddy.

Since the terminal was at 50% before we used it, and it is now offline, is there any possible way a machine just like this was used on anyone else in the Labyrinth at any given point? I don't think anyone's state of being really lines up with being manually teleported across the maze, instead of stepping in a teleportation trap.

Welcome Raking Czair!

Ninefingers @ 19/4/2012 17:36

Natalie @ 19/4/2012 9:35 Niney, are you ok? *Ninefingers considered the question a moment, slapping his shoulders, elbows, and knees in turn before rubbing his head* Aye. Feeling just as shitty as I did before using the machine.

Glad to hear it. I don't want anything happening to you.

*The old soldier smiled brightly seeing Raking Czair coming to. Ninefingers sauntered over and took a knee beside the downed and confused prisoner*

Welcome to Group F, twinsie.